Ugh! No. Breathe...no.....no, don't breathe......no...
It's been an hour, maybe? I don't know how long it's been. But it's been hell.
When I saw him, he reached high enough to cast a shadow on me. A slight smirk crept on the left side of his face. Out of nowhere, he grabbed me. As he carried me over his shoulder, he brought me here. His booming voice echoed across the hallway as he stripped me out of my clothes. One guy saw what he was doing and turned away, afraid for himself. My eyes widened as he stripped himself until he was in nothing but his dirty briefs; Anticipation built in me as the image of him slowly pulling down his cargo pants burns itself in my mind. When he bent over, his ass was right there, aimed right at me. He grabbed me by my head. Before I even had a chance to jump or step away, my lips came crashing against this skunk's musky buttcrack. His smell... It filled my nose.
And for maybe an hour, he would go on to torment me by pressing every facet of my being against his firm, round backside; his briefs being my one barrier, rubbing me against his ass slowly, occasionally shaking his butt on me, mockingly, filling me with an intense sense of degradation, controlling me with the tip of his tail as he relaxed to enjoy himself.
I'm...losing myself. I've been begging him to let me go, but he won't. Oh man, it's been torture, but, he won't stop pressing my dick against his ass. Something like pleasure fills me up every time, and it's weird, but it's harder to put into words how I feel about him right now. When I saw him, I was afraid. He's such a giant skunk. His mere presence expressed such a weird, powerful appeal; a dominance.
He exuded it when he saw me. He exuded it when he forced me here, mocking me while carrying me over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. Or in his case, more like a light pillow. He exuded it when he sat on me, pressed his musky buttocks against me, and bore his weight on me when I tried to escape.
But it's his farts. His farts are the worst. They press beyond your fur and into your skin. His first fart of the night came with an announcement. You should've seen the look of pride on his face when I begged him not to. That smell is so powerful and so fierce, my nose might be ruined.
I tried to fight and get away, but I can't overpower his tail. He forces my entire body against his giant ass while using what seems to be as little effort as possible.
Grunting, in a way only a strong, proud man could...
A powerful, sexy man...?..oh no.
He clenches his ass cheeks. They hug my dick. I'm stuck. Crap, I'm stuck! I can't get away. I couldn't get away before! It feels so...no! Don't! I can't! Shit, stop. Please stop! He's...he's taking turns flexing his ass cheeks...I can't do it. It's disgusting. It's wrong. I can't get away. I'm stuck here in his ass. He's laying down, still above me. He taunts me. I won't. Please, god, no...I won't! Don't let him win... Don't do it.

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